Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

However, one day a few years ago, Andromeda, who finally no longer wanted to endure the suffocation and oppression, eloped with her Muggle-born husband in pursuit of love.

I have never seen her again...

That day was still vivid in his memory.

Signus picked up the genealogy of the Black family, his eyes cold as if without any emotion.

As his wand poked it hard, Andromeda's name began to burn gradually, and finally became an indelible hole.

After doing all this, Signus walked directly to young Charlie.

Squatting down, two strong hands clamped down on his arm, causing him to feel pain.

Signus seemed to have already seen the same restlessness in Charlie's heart as Andromeda through Charlie's obedient appearance.

He stared into Charlie's eyes, the sunken eye sockets, the look in his eyes was like a vulture.

Then, he said word by word, "You are... the pride of the Black family, and you will also be the leader of this family in the future... Remember, Charlie Black, don't be like Andromeda, and don't follow her as an example. If you really

One day... I will not remove your name, but will choose to spare no effort... to kill you."

As his words reached Charlie's ears, he seemed to be able to sense Signus' almost crazy paranoia and identification with pure bloods from those terrifying eyes.

Goosebumps instantly spread all over his body.

It wasn't until that moment that he seemed to understand that he had been wrong all his life.

The craziest person in this family is not his eldest sister Bellatrix at all...but their father, Signus himself!

After saying this, Signus withdrew his hands that were holding him, took him into his arms again, and hugged him tightly.

But he couldn't feel any warmth like family affection from this hug.

Some, it's just fear.

………………………

This memory seemed to be a nightmare, pulling Charlie back to the present.

"call……"

He took a breath and shook his head, as if he wanted to bury this memory back in the depths of his mind.

"Vivien?"

He lowered his head, looked at Vivien who was still curled up in a ball, and gently scratched its little head.

Vivien twisted her neck and turned her head 180 degrees to look at him curiously.

"Want to have something to eat... take a look around the factory with me by the way."

After Charlie finished speaking, he grabbed another handful of owl food from the drawer and brought it to Vivien's mouth, as if he directly acquiesced to her choice.

Then he stood up and walked out of the office without choosing to put on his windbreaker and hat.

He walked down the stairs slowly, raising his head from time to time and looking at the endless assembly line workshop.

"Mr. Charlie!! Good morning!!!"

"Hello! Mr. Charlie!!!"

.........Every house elf who saw him greeted him loudly and surprised.

There was a happy and joyful expression on his face, full of a mental state that his fellow house elves outside the factory did not have.

In fact, the house elves living in this kingdom that belongs exclusively to Charlie do not regard those outside as their compatriots.

After accepting the baptism of ideas taught by Charlie, they have gradually separated themselves from the human collective and regarded themselves as independent living individuals in the magical world, like goblins, fire dragons, and horses.

Therefore, even if they have an almost blind worship of Charlie, they will not call him master. They will only use the honorific title "Sir" to express their respect for him.

As for Russell... although he still calls Charlie his master, the relationship between the two of them is actually closer to that of "employer" and "employee".

When Charlie paid his salary every month, he would throw a few gold galleons into Russell's wallet.

Even though Russell himself has always said that he does not need it, he chose to become Charlie's "servant" because of Charlie's life-saving grace.

But Charlie himself couldn't break this rule.

And turning around... when these house elves who have received a good education and reshaped their outlook on life and accepted the baptism of more advanced ideas, turn around again and see those people who grovel and suffer humiliation outside the factory and return the favor.

A proud house elf.

Their mood was nothing but anger and contempt.

If we put it in another sentence, it might be "sorrowful for its misfortune, angry for its inability to fight".

"How about you..."

Charlie walked among the house elves, saying hello to a few of them he was familiar with from time to time.

"Trish, how's your little guy doing?"

"Robbie, it is indeed right to leave this production line to you."

"Iganda, look at you, you are at least twice as fat as when you were fighting the Death Eaters!"

……………

As Vivien finished eating the last bit of food, he finally didn't bother to lie in Charlie's arms anymore.

Or maybe it was the noise of the house elves working and greetings that kept it awake.

Anyway, with a sharp cry, Vivien opened her eyes, raised her head, combed the feathers that were originally tied together, then flapped her wings and flew into the air.

Gliding over the familiar assembly line and through the gaps in the gear mechanism, he disappeared before Charlie's eyes and went to play by himself.

Charlie laughed dumbly, patted Vivien's wrinkled clothes, picked up a piece of hot candy that had just been produced and not yet bagged from the nearby assembly line, put it in his mouth and started chewing it.

"vomit……"

After chewing a few times, Charlie, who had a normal expression, suddenly changed his expression and couldn't help but retched.

He endured the strong discomfort and swallowed it without spitting it out.

His Adam's apple rolled, and when the candy slid down his throat, Charlie's face turned green.

"Damn...is this a semi-finished product!? Why does it taste like this!"

"I feel... I feel like I'm chewing hot cow dung."

Charlie took a breath and couldn't help complaining to a house elf beside him who was concentrating on his work.

The house elf turned around while doing some work, and responded helplessly.

"Sorry Mr. Charlie, this is either a semi-finished product or a finished product that has just been made."

As he spoke, he picked up an unused packaging bag and said, "Look, it's this... uh... weird exploding candy."

"..." Charlie's mouth twitched and he was speechless for a moment.

After a long pause, he nodded and turned to leave.

But for some reason, the house elf was surprised to find that Mr. Charlie's face seemed to be greener.